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Carey
Chapel & Mt. Pleasant News Goodes visit relatives in Kansas City Seven members from Carey Chapel Baptist Church and eleven members from First Baptist Church, Mt. Pleasant, attended the fall Marshall Baptist Association Meeting at Slayden Baptist Church last Tuesday night. A large crowd enjoyed the homecoming celebration at Carey Chapel Baptist Church on Sunday. Several in the community attended the Power Team program at the Marshall County Fairgrounds last week. Arnold and Kathy Goode visited relatives and friends in Kansas City, Missouri last week. While there they attended the church reunion of their former church and a wedding. Fran Hilliard had a nice visit with Peggy Edwards recently. Her husband, Gene Edwards, is still very ill. Lillian Wright is a patient at Baptist East. She needs our prayers. Cherry Thompson and several of her family members enjoyed a trip to Gatlinburg recently. Helen Haffey and daughter, Carolyn, traveled to Nashville recently on a shopping trip. My grandson from Potts Camp, Randy Mayer, visited me one day last week. It was good to see him. I have a hummingbird feeder just outside my den window; a little hummingbird was on the feeder enjoying the nectar when all at once he flew to the window and looked in at me. His little wings were going ninety-to-nothing. I watched him as he flew back to the feeder and then back to the window. He then flew away and I haven’t seen him since. I guess he was telling me goodbye. I Remember It seems that all during my childhood I was forever getting into some kind of trouble. I will forever remember my first dip of snuff, that’s for sure. It was a hot summer day and all the family had gone back to the field to chop cotton after the dinner hour. Mama discovered she had left her snuff box at the house and asked me to run back and get it for her. I was more than happy to take a break and I took my time walking back down the field road towards the house. Mama’s snuff box was exactly where she said it was. As I picked it up I was overwhelmed by the temptation to try a dip of Mama’s snuff. Mama always seemed to enjoy it so much. I dumped a little in the box lid, turned it up and put it in my lower lip, just like I had seen Mama do. I started back to the field spitting as I walked along. When I was about halfway back to the field I began to feel sick, I spit the snuff out as best I could. It seemed a bit late to make that decision as things were spinning around and around. I was getting sicker by the minute. I managed to make it back to the field groping as I went. Mama immediately began to take notice. “What’s the matter with you?” she asked. “You are as white as a sheet.” I told her that I must have eaten something at dinner that didn’t agree with me. She gave me a searching look and asked, “Now, didn’t you take a dip of my snuff?” I denied it at first, but as I became sicker and sicker I had to admit the truth. Mama gave me a good lecture, but at that moment I didn’t need it. I had learned a good lesson, the hard way. I had to lay under the shade tree for the rest of the afternoon. As I lay there I promised myself that this would never happen to me again. Report News:
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